One Peace & Sagan Petr Smith - ABANDONMENT ISSUES (REMIX)

Why you leave me lone in this big ol' crib?
Why you leave me lone in this big ol' crib?
Why you leave me lone in this big ol' crib?
House ain't a home when nobody dwellin' up in it
Why you leave me lone in this big ol' crib?
Why you leave me lone in this big ol' crib?
Why you leave me lone in this big ol' crib?
House ain't a home when nobody dwellin' up in it
This goes for the rich kids
No supervision cuz they parents out gettin' in
This goes to the poor kids
Being dirt poor school clothes got holes in it
This goes to the rich kids
Ain't seen pain so there ain't much pleasure in it
This goes to the poor kids
No support in they home so they get it on they own risk.
Gotta bad picture of what love is
All the wrath trickled down through the strugglin'
Don't y'all know what a hug is?
Rather yell it out and tear you down into nothin'
Momma feelin' like she lack purpose
Why stay married when you buried feelin' worthless
Quit askin' why I'm so guarded
Love ain't here to stay it's something that you gotta part with
Can't start with
Road tripping smokin' blunts by the carton
I like the chill and the thrill of the darkness
I can see the pen and pad if the blunt sparked kid
Why do you think I crave all this attention
Lacked it when I was little couldn't comprehend it
Prepare for prison sittin' in juvenile detention
Anxious thoughts is quite the life sentence
Less love for the black sheep
Takin drugs in the back streets
End up handcuffed ya me tagged me
As a delinquent quite exactly
This goes to the rich kids
Ain't seen pain so there ain't much pleasure in it
This goes to the poor kids
No support in they home so they get it on they own risk.
You don't got ADHD you just wanna think
They give amphetamines to kids on the brink
Thinking bout spillin' red stains on the sink
Pops 45 in the dresser might let it ring
Just imagine being the one to find me
Cleanin' up the tiles oh god why me
Please please just think about what ya doin
Please just don't squeeze there's more to it
Less love for the black sheep
Takin drugs in the back streets
End up handcuffed ya me tagged me
As a delinquent quite exactly
Life ain't all pain you bleed and peak through it
Roll one smoke through Right through it
Head in the clouds drown I stay fluid
Got the water on me your daughter fuck with the movement
This goes for the rich kids
No supervision cuz they parents out gettin in
This goes to the poor kids
Being dirt poor school clothes got holes in it
This goes to the rich kids
Ain't seen pain so there ain't much pleasure in it
This goes to the poor kids
No support in they home so they get it on they own risk.

Written by:
Joshua McClellan

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